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Hiraeth and Hwyl: Escaping Ophelia by Richard Taylor
Abduction from a dream takes time tugging,
as love does
September 13, 2021
Poetry, The Clearing
Hiraeth and Hwyl: Last Gilt by Menna Elfyn
In her spell on the air, on a wing, fierce rain.
Breath soared over clouds, crossing time as in heaven
September 1, 2021
Poetry, The Clearing
Five New Poems by Julith Jedamus
Standing by road and railway,
you flaunt your modesty, wave
dirty handkerchiefs at bankers
and brides
July 19, 2021
Poetry, The Clearing
New poetry by Andrew Forster
Up the beach a sandstone wall, crumbling
to pinkish powder, is reclaimed by tide
and weather.
May 10, 2021
Poetry, The Clearing
Eight West Dorset Church Porches by Alison Bunning and Virginia Astley
Stepping between diagonal buttresses
they climb the lichened steps
below the swallows’ nests and crenellations
to the shrine of St Wite.
April 12, 2021
illustration, Poetry, The Clearing
New poems by Graham Mort
There are the red cattle, woken
from a cave painting, daubed
with red clay into an old religion
February 19, 2021
Poetry, The Clearing
Happy the Man by Gareth Evans
Happy the man who hears no birds above the clamour of his false words
January 15, 2021
Poetry, The Clearing
Dear White West Country People by Louisa Adjoa Parker
We’ve watched the same cattle, heads bent to the grass
Stood by the same sea, that sheet of blue glass
August 11, 2020
Poetry, The Clearing
You Came To Me by Autumn Richardson
I feel you as a current
as dark, as sinuous, as
a cormorant slipping through
the belly of the sea
July 20, 2020
Poetry, The Clearing
Ancient Hollow Grief by Kerri ní Dochartaigh
All is not lost. There is still time. We are still here, and we must remember that it is in the day to day living that we must change things…
February 3, 2020
Essay, Poetry, The Clearing
Interchange by John Wedgwood Clarke
She squeezes the stone in her hand. Light ripples along traffic cones.
November 19, 2019
Poetry, The Clearing
Places of Poetry: Oval Time by Zaffar Kunial
The O of their open mouths watching a last innings. A last Test. Of not knowing how many summers you’ll have left.
October 15, 2019
Poetry, The Clearing